Ascension Through Generations

"There's something inside!" Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed, and he suddenly felt a little more expectant and surprised.

He suddenly flicked his fingers together, and more than ten Gengjin sword energy criss-crossed, instantly enveloping the stone tablet.

For a time, stone chips were flying everywhere and dust was flying nearby.

As layers of bluestone were chipped away, the glow under the stone tablet became more and more dazzling.

Zhao Sheng waved his sleeves, and the Gengjin sword energy immediately dissipated.

At this time, most of the stone stele has been cut off. In the middle of the stone stele, there is a one-foot-square yellow crystal plate embedded in it, as if it had originally grown in the stele. The entire bluestone stele seems to be just a thick shell of this crystal plate.

Zhao Sheng stared at the exposed part of the crystal plate. When he saw Taiyi spiritual inscriptions flashing on the surface, he let out a breath.

Then, he no longer hesitated to gather the purple gold spiritual power and condense it in his palm. With one hand facing the crystal card, he reached forward with five fingers like hooks, grabbed the top of the crystal card, and lifted it up hard.

It is indeed extremely heavy!

But Zhao Sheng, who was prepared, used his strong body this time to forcefully pull the crystal card out of the stone monument.

A yellow crystal tablet appeared in front of Zhao Sheng, with runes flowing on it and a faint glow flashing on it.

Zhao Sheng took a closer look at the spiritual text on it, and suddenly felt happy in his heart. He immediately tapped the crystal tablet lightly, and immediately after the crystal tablet trembled slightly, his body shrank sharply. In the blink of an eye, it turned into the size of a palm, and with a "swish" sound, it disappeared into Zhao Sheng's sleeves.

Then, Zhao Sheng calmed down his excitement a little, and then fled towards the palace as if nothing had happened.

Not long after, Zhao Sheng quietly walked into a very wide bluestone square.

Looking around, I saw a dilapidated palace with a corner collapsed in the center of the square. It was nearly a hundred feet high and made entirely of extremely hard and rare Qinggang stone. Countless strange monsters were carved on the outer walls of the palace. , after countless years, there is still a majestic atmosphere that rushes towards you.

What surprised Zhao Sheng was that the shape and style of this palace was very different from the architectural style of Tianzhu Realm.

Whether it was the monsters on the carvings or the shape of the palace, Zhao Sheng had never seen it before, and there was no record of it in the ancient books he had read before. It was as if this palace did not belong to this world.

"Could it be built by big guys from other worlds who crossed over to the Tianzhu Realm?" Seeing this, Zhao Sheng murmured to himself in confusion.

However, now is not the time to think wildly. At this time, in front of the palace gate, there are many immortal cultivators who are using various spiritual weapons, puppets and other treasures, desperately attacking this strange palace.

Zhao Sheng glanced around and immediately took in everyone.

At a glance, at least three of these people have unfathomable auras, and behind one of them is a huge and ferocious phantom of a one-horned ghost king. It is a rare true Jindan real person.

These three Jindan masters are undoubtedly the talkers here.

This is also true.

At this moment, the square is roughly divided into three loose forces, all of which respect these three golden elixirs.

Zhao Sheng recalled briefly and quickly identified the identity of the true elixir from the one-horned ghost king's vision. He was clearly the old monster serving the soul of the golden elixir, the founder of the Demonic Power Huanhun Sect.

Zhao Sheng's arrival quickly attracted the attention of others.

In the blink of an eye, three figures flew over from the crowd.

"Your Majesty, please, may I ask if you are a member of the righteous path, a casual cultivator, or a member of the devil's path?" A fat man with blue hair and a face asked first.

Upon seeing this, the other two people also bowed their hands and saluted, and reported their positions one after another. As expected, they were from the big sect family and the Dongtian casual cultivator.

Zhao Sheng thought for a while, smiled, clasped his fists, and said: "A certain family comes from a rough background, so it's better to stay with fellow Taoists from Dongtian City."

Looking at the current situation, it is impossible not to join one force.

When exploring ruins, choosing to be alone often results in becoming cannon fodder!

"Haha! Fellow Taoist, I'm here with you. I, Fu Yue, also have a bad reputation in Dongtian City. By the way, you still don't know your surname?"

The white-browed old man on the far left, wearing a robe of auspicious clouds and ten thousand talismans, laughed immediately and stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation.

Zhao Sheng followed him and flew to the casual cultivator side while casually making up an identity: "I am Yangqing. I am so ashamed that I just came to Dongtian City a few days ago and I didn't recognize Fellow Taoist Fu."

"It doesn't matter, Taoist friend Yang has a profound cultivation, and I'm afraid he's at least in the late stage of foundation building. You have such a level at a young age, and you can expect golden elixirs in the future!" Fu Yue didn't care, but was exploring something intentionally or unintentionally.

"Fellow Daoist Fu is overrated! I just practiced a few mediocre body refining techniques, that's why I look young. The golden elixir is so difficult, I can't peep into it."

"Haha, fellow Taoist Yang is too modest."

"I'm telling you the truth."

The two of them just exchanged two rounds of useless words before flying to the place.

Fu Yue quickly took Zhao Sheng and introduced him to Master Tie Pan, the only casual cultivator.

Master Iron Pan, as his name suggests, has narrow eyes and a cold face, his body is like an iron tower, and his skin is as dark as a nigger. There is a four-clawed dragon tattooed on his bare chest and back, and dark blue dragon patterns are all over his face.

This person is also the only Jindan physical cultivator in Dongtian City, and his combat power ranks among the top five in the city.

"Junior Yangqing, I would like to pay my respects to the real person." Zhao Sheng stepped forward and saluted without any disrespect.

Master Tie Pan looked Zhao Sheng up and down, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, your body has been trained well. It seems that the body training method you practice is also unique. If you can survive this time, you can come later. Dongtian City is here to look for me. Now go and join them to help!"

"Yes, junior, go right away." Zhao Sheng clasped his hands and said loudly.

After saying that, he immediately turned around and stepped forward to join the ranks of those who broke through the restrictions.

Boom boom boom!

A series of extremely lethal second-level spells, true talismans, spiritual weapon attacks, etc. all hit the thin light shield at the same time.

However, all attacks hit the light shield like a stone sinking into the sea. The white light shield covering the outside of the palace only trembled slightly and then stopped making any movement.

Zhao Sheng was horrified to notice that the spiritual power of his Dantian was being consumed at an incredible speed.

What makes him even more horrified is that this palace seems to be a black hole that swallows spiritual power, and at least most of the escaped spiritual power is absorbed into it.

Often every hour or two, some foundation-building monks lose their spiritual power and have to retreat and take medicine to replenish the consumed spiritual power.

After communicating with the people next to him, Zhao Sheng discovered that someone came here as early as a month ago.

But a month has passed, and more and more people are coming here, but they are blocked by this defensive light shield.

The people in front tried their best but couldn't break the defensive restrictions, so they could only grind it out bit by bit in stupid ways.

Originally, due to the palace's strange properties of absorbing souls, no one could do anything about it.

However, perhaps over the years, a corner of the southwest wall of the palace collapsed, causing a flaw in this thin mask. In the collapsed place, the light and dark flickering of the mask did not appear to be very stable.

It was precisely because of seeing this that everyone attacked it desperately in order to break through this weird and weird defense.

"Mr. Wei! How long do you think it will take to break through this layer of defense?" The old monster waiting for the soul looked at the white light shield on the palace, turned to look at an elegant old man wearing a green-gold robe and asked, his expression A little bit anxious.

"One more day and one night will be enough. Although this formation restriction is damaged, it is ten times more troublesome than I thought." The elegant old man Wei Yong'an replied in an unusually calm voice.

This person is not only the golden elixir ancestor of the Wei family of the Ziyang Sect, but he is also an extremely powerful formation master who can set up a third-level high-grade formation.

"I don't have much time left to wait. If an old Nascent Soul monster smells the smell and comes over, I'm afraid I won't even be able to drink the soup. How about Mr. Wei, try to break this formation restriction?" The old monster Hun deliberately encouraged him.

"I can't do it. If you can't wait, you might as well end it yourself." Wei Yongan sent the message back calmly.

At this time, Master Tiepan suddenly said through his spiritual consciousness: "How about the three of us take action together? The juniors are too helpless."

"Well, Wei has no objection. What do you think of Sihun?" Wei Yongan nodded and asked the old monster Sihun.

"Just take action! I can't wait any longer."

Before he finished speaking, the one-horned ghost king behind the old monster suddenly grew several times in size and turned into a behemoth eight to nine feet tall.

The Ghost King actually transformed from virtual reality, and took a step of more than ten feet. The horn on his head suddenly shot out a blue-black ghost fire as thick as a water tank, and crashed into the weak spot of the white light shield.

Boom!

Green-black will-o'-the-wisps burst out all over the sky, and the light shield suddenly dimmed.

Zizzi!

The green and black will-o'-the-wisp is so powerful that it actually adheres to the surface of the mask, corrodes and burns along the surface of the mask.

As soon as they saw the soul-serving old monster taking action, the other two golden elixirs looked at each other, and immediately showed off their magical powers and attacked the light shield.

With the addition of three golden elixirs, everyone's progress has been greatly accelerated.

In just two days, under the concerted attack of everyone (each with their own agenda), the white mask gradually became shaky.

During this period, there were five more foundation-building monks here, and a Jindan Daoist was also attracted.

Half an hour later, just as Zhao Sheng retreated to a corner of the square to recover his spiritual power for the ninth time, he suddenly heard everyone excitedly exclaiming: "It's broken! It's broken!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the light shield covering the palace was slowly disappearing into the air.

"Finally broken!"

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng immediately stood up and rushed to the bronze gate of the palace with others.

The bronze gate of this palace is about ten feet high and three feet wide, with countless strange symbols carved on its surface.

A majestic, domineering and murderous aura rushed out from the door, almost suffocating.

However, what surprised everyone was that the bronze door of the palace was not closed, but opened a small gap, which was exactly the width of a person's waist. The gap was so dark that it was difficult to see anything.

The gate of this palace was half open, making it very easy for immortal cultivators like them to rush in directly.

But this is too easy, and it always makes people think it is a trap. Moreover, those who enter first can easily become targets for others.

What's more important is that in the end, everyone will inevitably have a fight for the treasures in the palace.

Therefore, everyone, look at me and I look at you, no one dares to act rashly.

Everyone turned their attention to the four golden elixir masters.

At this time, the old monster waiting for the soul deliberately winked, and then a tall middle-aged man with a gloomy face suddenly walked out of the most powerful demonic side.

Just listen to him saying loudly: "Everyone, listen to me. In order to avoid meaningless casualties, I, Gu Jiujiao, suggest that we first open the bronze door completely, and then how about everyone going in together?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old monster waiting for the soul lost no time and said: "I think this proposal is good."

"Then how do you divide the treasures inside?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone among the casual cultivators pretended to be brave and asked.

"How to divide? Of course, everyone depends on their own methods!" Upon hearing this, Gu Jiujiao immediately replied with a hint of fun.

At this time, the new Jindan Master said decisively: "I agree with the suggestion made by the little friend just now. In addition, I would like to remind you that this ancient temple looks a bit weird, with a faint and extremely strong smell. The murderous intent. So it’s better for everyone to be careful and don’t start a fight before entering.”

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, what you said is polite. I agree!" Master Tie Pan nodded.

The new Jin Dan's real name is Jiang Tianlu, and he is the supreme leader of a second-rate immortal cultivation sect near Dongtian City.

This person has a close friendship with Master Tie Pan.

"fair enough!"

Finally, Wei Yongan agreed.

The other foundation-building monks had no choice but to obey and did not even have the chance to speak out to object.

"Crack!"

The bronze door of the main hall was slowly pushed open by everyone's combined efforts.

In an instant, a powerful and overwhelming evil aura and a strong smell of blood poured out from the hall, turning into a large dark red ominous cloud that instantly enveloped everyone and filled most of the square.

This ominous cloud was filled with strange pressure and evil intent, almost suffocating them.

The weakest Foundation-Building Immortal Cultivators had trembling legs and were unsteady, relying on the support of artifacts to barely stand.

"What exactly is hidden in this palace? How come it contains such strong evil blood energy?" Jiang Tianlu couldn't help but change his color when he saw this.

Others also took a few steps back in shock, feeling afraid of the palace and not daring to move forward easily.

"What a fuss! This palace was definitely built by a powerful man. How can we guess the thoughts of such extraordinary people? As for what is inside the palace, you will know once you go in and take a look."

At this time, after the old monster waiting for the soul nodded to everyone, he turned into a ghost and escaped into the palace first without saying anything else.

The other three golden elixirs did not want to be left behind and immediately flew in.

Seeing this, other people immediately rushed forward and rushed into the door.

Zhao Sheng mingled in the crowd, stepped through the bronze gate, and looked up, and saw that the palace was extremely spacious. Rows of fist-sized colorful spirit beads hung on the surrounding walls, emitting purple light, red light, white light and other colors of light. The whole palace reflects the splendor.

"Ah! What is this... so many orbs?"

"No, it's the best spiritual stone!"

"Hey, that's actually the relic of a great power!"

As soon as they entered the hall, everyone couldn't help but scream in horror.